A mute. A idiot

the world is splitting open at my feet part three.

A Mute. A Idiot 

Shy away, the girl hunches over

the barrel. Acting as a cadaver.

For the men in her night-sleep

the one who discoloured

all of her blood vessels

inside a plummet. 

A mute. A idiot, 

her clasp. Never accounted

to very much. Words

they all spoke. 

They all tongued

in the same language. 

Her whole life she heard

every utter, every word, 

dearth promises. 

I cannot imagine

why one would stay, 

so aboyant. Poignant: 

they all must of felt. 

To be so abased, 

to strike feminine flesh

and drink their yeast. 

A mute. A idiot,

in her clasp. Never

guessed it would of

happened. To a girl

so comely, so cher.

The one who always walked

with a strike strut, 

but never cared. 

A mute. A idiot

for sure. She must

of been. I can't think

of why else. She would

stay .With

Him. His piercing soil

and rugged ash

of a beard. His hard-assed

stare, mounted on a pedestal

for the world to see.

But no one ever questioned,

she covered it all

with her make up.

The words were easy,

she cried silently,

tearless.

A mute. A Idiot

to love him

the way she does. I fall,

when I talk to her.  

I try to dilute 

into liquid. To poison

his beer-of-yeast. At night,

I would bury his body

in sordid soil. Never to be 

conscious again. 

But two nights ago,

I buried her bones. Skull-cracked,

with the back end

of a hammer. He had been drunk,

on his yeast. He carried her

to the limits, aligned 

in the inexact. 

And I cried, tearful,

for her. 

He said he was sorry,

how he wished,

he could die as well.

He was 

A mute. A idiot,

but he took her away.

Like a learned man,

and embodied the 

skill set of a assassin.

I went to the courthouse,

to kill the learned man. 

To put-an-end-to,

but I couldn't do it.

I was mute.

I was an idiot,

to not pull the trigger

and fly from fallacy,

and into her arms. 

But I couldn't do it,

I couldn't do it. 

 

Author's Note

It's a long one. I think the theme is pretty self-explanatory. Any review here would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[Pax]

very tragic and darks...
as always enjoyed your writings...
great job!!!

[MOON]

Dark read and reality for many women. Descriptive His piercing soil
and rugged ash
of a beard. His hard-assed
stare, mounted on a pedestal
for the world to see.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad tale in the poem. You led me with good description into turmoil and pain. I had to read a few times to understand the violence in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Chilling. Beautifully written. Such a raw, deep piece. I really like it, great job!!

[Dayran]

In management science we make the difference between cognizance and the conative. The cognizance creates understanding of the issue and the conative is the act of physically carrying out the action. For corporations that is a very important differentiation. It ensures that they get things done. An individual at work would do well to adopt some of these for his personal understanding.

[That_Guy]

wow... Dark and very powerful. the music set the scene very well to.

[That_Girl]

This is an incrediby depressing piece but written flawlessly. I knew a girl that died over the summer in the same manner. Such a horrible situation.

[Mockingbird]

it's so sad for the girl. when they stay, they bring it on themselves. it's too bad that the person could not help her and be so helpless about it, but i guess that's just the reality. great poem.

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You write impecably and how your pen is is amazinger, not a word but hey I just said it so its a word now! :3 Awesome poem! Truly stunning!